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The town of Pisa has always been our favorite place.  There is of course the tower for which it is so famous, but we both know that is not what makes it famous to us.  Neither of us can hear the name Pisa without warming memories spreading happily over our bodies.  Each time we speak of Pisa, we both remember the passion and feel the stirring of that intense wanton desire.

So how amazing it was to be back there with you again.  To the Villa Pisa, our sensational home away from home.  It seems that each day here is another day in paradise.  The warm Tuscan sun that makes the Chanti grapes grow so wonderfully kisses your body in ways that promise delights unknown to mortal men.  Even the thought of you is as intoxicating as the amazing aroma of the pignole cookies, the aged pecorino cheeses and the salty sea are which seem to all mix in delirious form in the afternoons.  Soon we would join others in our lovely passegiata - that special time of early evening when time seemed to stand still and our hearts intertwine as one with the vine of nature.   But in the mean time, we would join the ancient tradition of the afternoon spent lazily in our bedroom, where nature is as nature does.  And we more than most.

The sounds of the gheppio and verdone seem to echo gracefully off the dark cyprus wood slats of the ceiling.  The beautiful hand made lace curtains of the window ebbed and flowed as the gentle warm Pisian sea breze brought all of the fragrent aromas of spring flowed wafting gently over us as we stared into each others eyes in the muted lights of early afterfoon.  Today -- this moment stands still in time.  It is as though all the clock hands of all the clocks in Pisa have suddenly paused for us this moment.  We continue to simply stare into each others beautiful eyes.  And as so often does from these smoldering looks, the passions ignite.  But today is different even than before.  More passionate, more attached, more connected, more intimate... We can tell it will simply be more pleasurable.

Your beautiful white sun dress is such a contrast to your red hair.  It is as a picture from an old master.  The way your hair frames the window you seem playful and alive.  While I know what is to be, I am still surprised by the passionate kiss that you soulfully place on my lips.  Even though we still are staring into each others eyes - It is as though an electric current passes from your lips to mine and I feel -literally feel- the passion that your lips are imposing on mine.  Sweet embrace.  I draw you close to me and I can feel your body get aroused.  I feel the tug of your dress as your nipples get erect.  I feel the warmth rushing downward toward the sweet nectar that I relish.  You can feel me too.  As I slowly exhale the breath that your yet single kiss has taken away, I tremble in excitement.  You feel the long raised area near your nectar gain the attention that you so justly deserve.

I kiss you back -- passionately and completely.  It is as though even the world of Tuscany is a slave to our sensual attire.  I love the kisses of your lips and enjoy the texture and taste of that last bread crumb left over on your lip and so in need of kissing off.  Your kiss tastes too of the amazing lunch we'd had.  As our tongues enter twine together and another subtle aroma of our lunch bottle of Chianti comes through.  We feel that pleasant heat in our forehead that tells us the magic elixir is working its ways with us.  Where for some it might deaden sensation, for you and I it heightens.  In the case of this second kiss, the sensation of running my tongue gently and probingly over yours causes tingles for you below.  You know that soon, that same tongue and these same hands which have so tenderly grasped your beautiful face will soon be having desert.

We move our hands over our clothes and loosely brush them aside. We want that feeling of warmth of skin to overcome the warm breeze.  I can not help myself and so I must get you naked.  I must see this glorious body of yours again that has given me so much pleasure.  It is as thought Christmas has come again as your clothes fall to the floor and you slowly fall back into the bed and I see you again.  I see you in the way that any man would be pleasured.  I am stunned to see that you are already glistening.  You want me.  Your probing hands running on my shirt to undress me tell me so.  Your wanting eyes begging me toward you show me so.   And when you have my shirt off you rub your hands from my breast down to my buttocks.  You are not teasing me at all.  You want me.  I am nearly powerless to resist you.   As the last clothing I am wearing is removed by you in ways that I can not fathom, you push me down on the bed and slide right into a sitting position on top of me.  Your eyes are intense with desire.  With wanting as if there was nothing else to want.  And I can see that what we need is more urgent than an animal can choose. 

I watch as you slowly raise your amazing hips and then slide more forward.  You stay high and you kiss me from above.  I am completely in your power.  And you have my complete attention.  And slowly, silkenly, you take my erect cock into your soaking wet pussy.  I think that I shall never feel again as you tightly grab me and ever so slowly work your way down me.  I hear you moan, and you me.  We convulsively spasm around and inside each other as this intoxicating moment lasts and lasts and lasts.  I have no idea how you are doing this, but you are keeping moving downward, and yet not at the end.  Your pulses, your smells, your passionate kisses and moans tell me how it is for you.  And I relish that I am able to cause you to feel this splendidly.  And still you are slowly moving.  I start to move upward and  your eyes plead to make the moment last even longer.  I have no ability to resist you, and I am in such sweet agony of pleasure that I am nearly unware of anything other than your pulsing wetness around me.  You are moving so slowly and are so incredibly wet that now there is a race between gravity and the several drips that head slowly inexorably down my hard shaft.   I can feel several new drips begin from your wetness and I am in complete awe of you.  I've never seen you so wet before, or felt so wanted by a woman in all of my life.  Gravity seems to be winning.  I can feel your juices as they reach the apex of my shaft and body and balls.  And at that exact moment, you somehow are able to time so perfectly, where your lips contact that same apex.  After what must have been hours of your exquisite motion on me, you are down.  But you continue to go down farther still.  To press yourself into me.  To feel more of me inside you. Slighly faster now, almost inperceptibly, you press down sliding on me.  I feel your kegels caressing me and holding me.  It is all I can bear not to orgasm so intensely right now.  And judging by your eyes, for you as well. 

You sink into my breast with your face, and I feel the release of that tension built up over many moments.  The intensity is still in your face and we passionately kiss as though we had neve kissed before.  And still we have the rise in this excitement.  I am already more excited than I have ever been before in my life, and your body smells and wetness and kisses and looks deep into my eyes tell me the same for you.  I feel you now release your kegel grip on me, and you feel me release a lot of my wetness into you.  I am nearly spent and have not yet moved.  The way that the sun glints off your hair is nearly too perfect.  I can see the passion even in your hair as the copper tones highlight your amazing gorgeous face.  You search my face for a return of the pleasure that you have just given me -- even though not the ultimate pleasure as yet.  It is my gift to give you as I use my kegels to slowly engorge myself inside you.  I can feel your spasms around me and see your eyes flit around as if almost at the edge, but not quite.  Your response in grabbing me and squeezing me so hard that I think it may explode off catches me completely off guard again.  It is all I can do to hold back on you. 

So we play.  First I engorge slowly, and when I am at my peak, you slowly grab me and squeeze all the blood that I have just pumped back down into the pool of pleasure.  We play with different timings. Of you startin to squeeze while I start to pump.  Of you releasing squezing while I am pumping.  Of you squezing while I am releasing.  The aroma in our room has changed from one of cheeses and cookies and sea salt to a distincively sexual smell which can not be mistaken for any other.  We do not move in any of this.  We have sex without having sex.  My plumes into you and our cascades down me.  It is as the waterfall slowly beats upon the rocks.   My rock is enjoying every moment of your waterfall.  I am completely speechless how we are having what is almost like an hour long orgasm while not even moving our bodies per se.  Rather, you are pressed ontop of me, deeply into you, and you and I are just squeezing each other.

I am lost for time.  As are you.  It might well be time for our passegiata, or even past that!  But we do not care.  We feel the sun move slowly across our skin, and the birds chirp their melodies.  I can smell nothing more than you and I now, and wish there were never anything else but this.  Still we continue.  No rythm no rhyme  just a slow undulation of this clenching between our legs.   I can not even imagine how good this could feel and I am so amazed to feel it with you.  We slowly start to kiss while we are just held between each other.  I love the feeling of the preasure of your tummy on mine.  And the feeling of your nipples brushing across my chest. You feel my strong arms caressing your body.  Your shoulders, your back, your neck.  Slowly with what other modality we are in now, I keep pace with my hands running them over your body.  Probing outwardly what you have had me probe inwardly.  As we kiss, we touch and smell and feel alive.  We kiss deeper and passionately and still we have not moved.  I have no idea how it possible, but even when I was at the peak of my best pleasure ever, and you at yours, there was more to be had!  We kept kissing deeply and exploring.  Longingly for each other and we kept pulsing our lovely mucles.  Suddendly, I see your wave approaching.  I see as if a far off electrical strom far on the horizon has finally let off nearby.   There are not clouds, but rather huge currents in your eyes and through your lips.  All of this in an instant glance.  And as the orgasm which has been building up for the last two hours finally arives, the surprise and joy and explosion of emotional pleasure that you show me in those eyes of yours is the most beautiful site I have ever witnessed.  It is as if there are a million solar eclipses going on.  As if the alignment of the planets favored today, this spot, and our devotion.   And just as I see your verge arriving in your eyes, I feel it in you around me.  Strong grasps of my ever hardening cock and you cause the most intense pulse up me that I believe has ever occurred in all of human history and then I am blind.  My own orgasm comes oncontrollably over me.  I must surrender to the beauty of what you have done to me.  To the expression of pleasures reserved for those beings which once inhabited Pisa.  I am undone.  I am complelte undone.  And where I think it will end, it does not.  Where I think I will stop pushing my orgasmic fluids into you, I can not. My breath is caught as the initial wave you caused so suddenly in me is replaced instead by another wave, but this time it is a wave we both are on.  The pleasure of this other wave is haughting because it lasts so long.  We are still slowly, even unconcienously threading between ourselves in slowing engorging and squezzing.  We are not even aware that it has become as nature to us.  As feelings from the second wave slowly recede, I realize I've seen into you.  I've seen into that inner most person and touched her.  That you have seen into my inner most person and touched him.  That we are interlocked in our lips, our eyes, and our body parts as intimately as is possible but we are even more interlocked in that quiet moment of seeing each other truly naked in any tangible way. 

Gradually, the embers of this passion fade.  We are intertwined as lovers are.  Our lips sore from the intense kisses we've shared.  Our bodies are spent. I am still so very hard inside you, and I do not want to leave.  You grab me and wrap your arms around me tightly and we simply be.  We will drift off into sleep I am sure but before we do, I have been introduced to heaven today by you.  I know that when we wake up later and the moon is full that we will then pleasure each other ever more.  The rest of today will not be about eating, or enjoying the contryside.  Or actually, it will be -- because I can not wait to taste the nectar we just created.   I love to look at you as you sleep -- so perfect.   So Beautiful.  The most amaing creature that has ever walked the earth, I am sure.  We will need to revisit this again shortly, but in the mean time, I simply enjoy watching your beautiful body move in synchonicity with my breath.  I am in awe of you.  And I want you more than you can possibly understand.  We shall have to fix that shortly.  I finally tear away from looking over your body and see your face.  And I am in awe.


You are Solare.  The way I best love you to be.